Ruan Yang could empathize. These two were indeed too lovey-dovey.
Li Xiaoxia sat closer to her and said sweetly, "Sister Ruan Yang, I'll deshell it for you."
Ruan Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. To have a twelve-year-old handsome little boy to deshell crabs for her—should she be happy or sad? "It's okay, let me deshell it for you."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm good at deshelling crabs. Also, I have to learn to deshell crabs for girls. That way, I'll be able to help my girlfriend deshell crabs in the future." Li Xiaoxia had an ingratiating look on his face, not knowing if Sister Ruan Yang could understand what he was implying.
"Xiaoxia is so sensible." Ruan Yang said with a laugh, "Whoever becomes Xiaoxia's girlfriend in the future would definitely be very lucky."
"That's right, that's right." Li Xiaoxia nodded his head vigorously as he burst with joy.
